Scary how we made thru all that.
Reminds me of a discussion I had with a 40 year old mother of 3. She was telling me about the THREE STEP PLAN FOR STOPPING BULLYING at her kids' school. Step one is to tell the bully that what they are doing is hurting your feelings.Step two is repeating step one and adding that if they don't stop you're going to tell the teacher.Step three is telling the teacher.I asked her what step four of the plan is. She told me that there is no step four. I told her that there most definitely is a step four. Step four is when junior gets off the bus after the bully was suspended for a week and had to spend that whole time at home with two violent drunken parents who kicked his ass regularly for intruding upon their party time. Step four is that junior is down the street and around the corner from the house and right now it's just him and the bully and the bully has a lot to get even for.Step four, then, is that you have prepared junior for this inevitable confrontation by making sure he knows how to box. Ahhh, the good old days. And although it seems funny I really mean that. There were no lawyers, hell, there were no referees. We just did what we needed to to get home and we did that without remorse. Because that's just the way it was. You either grew up on two feet or you grew up on your knees. Speaking for myself I lost way more than I won, but, I remember all the wins and they still taste sweet. And even the losses carried the message that I wasn't going to kneel. People respected that back then. Good article.
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